Elementary Lyrics

One, dumb bitch that played with your heart

And you just couldn't leave her I guess she was bad huh?

Two, mother fucking snakes that I had to cut off from my life

The world giving me bad luck

Three, bad bitches that I've been macking on

I'm tryna clap every one nigga pray for me

Four, ain't really focused on finding my Whitney

That's pointless this choppa gone sing to me

Why, why, why would you play with me

Hi, hi, hi to all the niggas hating

Just like the song that I made it still feel like I'm running in circles

(That's unreleased though)

ATM I'm done with crazy hoes so find another dude page just to lurk through

(Why is you stalking me?)

Famous nigga putting up triangles starting to think he on illuminati shit

(Oh this nigga bugging)

Why would I want you around other niggas if I want you swear

She don't got common sense (Shhh)

I'm crazy so please tell one of these pussy ass

Niggas to step in the octagon uh

Niggas can't fuck with me dressed like a bumble bee bitch

But I move like I'm Megatron

Hard bitch I'm a star (Am I?) just

Cause we cordial don't mean you my man's bitch its lines so don't cross it

Already took all my L's, and I've been doing well now a nigga ain't taking no losses

Feeling nostalgic I played BO2 with my man's

Watch these zombies get hit with this ray gun

Was in the sun for a grip, and I got darker skin

Now the bitches all think that I'm Haitian

Fuck this hoe just so hardheaded

When I start speaking facts the bitch act like I'm speaking in Patwah

It ain't no worry though setting up plays

Cause I'm already texting the next bitch wagwan

Five, seconds how long it's gone take

When I step off that break hit the pedal I'm doing the dash

Six, brodie just text me he finna come get me hold up almost forgot a mask

Seven of these fucking hollows hit him in his head

Now he not the only nigga with tattoos

Eight, racks that I'll give to the love of my life

She my princess go buy you some glass shoes

Nine artist that I could name with the fame

But they don't deserve a part in the industry uh

Nine bitches that I'm tryna have in the room touching on me

And screaming put dick in me uh

Nine o'clock I'm overthinking my streams am I ass?

I don't think that y'all listening uh

I said that number like three times so R.I.P

Juice and I'm off of this juice in this world that we living in sick

Nigga ten bitches looking when I stepped in the function

They all raising they eyebrows uh (Hello)

Nigga ten niggas invade the yarty now shit done got real

Telling everyone die down (Get down)

Ben 10 and I'm smacking this Omnitrix down in the spot

Bitch its up little nigga heat blasting

Tryna send hits out on me when I'm in my own lane nigga

Now get yo boy out that casket (Oh wow)

Bitch I'm T'd up in mother fucking stu nigga right

fucking now and I'm talking my shit

Been stacking all this money Chris its blood on the leaves

Since these niggas can't get off my dick

Stress every time that I punch in

Cause I can't stop thinking that this shit might be hard to mix (It was)

Fuck round and pull one of these fucking blocks out the beat

Beat yo ass with it cause you a bitch

I need a Gwen with a green SRT Hellcat, Hardy shirt like I'm Kevin 11

Pushing its limits is God gone forgive that I ride in the whip

Like I'm speeding from 12

Really I been doing rapping, I just started taking shit serious

When I was 13, niggas can't hurt me

Ain't even hit three minutes, but somehow a nigga at 14

Bitch niggas saying my name, but I can't even rage

Cause they just talking over they phone

Fifteen, pull up to his little sis quince and give her a gift I'm saying hello (Hey)

Sixteen I'm staring him down

While I'm hugging all his family members I can't forget moms

If I told the world what go on in my mind

Everyday be looked over on seventeen coms

Eighteen I'm finally legal not playing

So who's mom or daughter is tryna get pipe (Wassup)

19.99 what the total came to for the food bitch don't ask for a bite (This my shit)

Used to think fuck hitting twenty

But now I'm just focused on reaching my first twenty bands

21 I'll pick this bottle up the Tron understands

And can get I don't need any friends

On some real shit focus on yo self man these bitches don't care about you

Yo niggas don't care about you

In the end, ain't nobody gone be there with you so move like it

It's that simple